Most days, I'm still waiting to feel grown up. I'm 38, have 3 kiddos, moved 13 times (6 different states) since college graduation, built 3 houses, sold 4 houses, homeschool my kiddos, and started my own business (so, responsibility galore!). Yet, I still cannot comprehend that "girls" born in the 1990's are really old enough to be pregnant and have kids or getting married, that I've really graduated college 17 years ago, that my oldest IS really 9, that I'm closer to 50 than 20. I feel incredibly "young", but then notice all the lines and wrinkles.
I took my oldest on his first big roller coaster ride in May 2013. We screamed at the top of our lungs with arms up the entire ride, then raced from the exit to the entrance to do it again. All I could think was that it felt like I was riding the rides with my friends in high school, not with my son. (Although I did triple-check his safety restraints, which I know I didn't care about in high school. And I do wonder when the last time the nuts and bolts holding the structures together were checked to make sure they were still tightened correctly. And wonder who had the brilliant idea to allow 18-year-olds to operate amusement rides because I know when I was a ride operator in high school, I certainly didn't think about the huge responsibility it was-I was checking out the cute guys and chatting with the powwow around me. Darn, here come those "grown up" feelings/thoughts. . .)